When they had eaten supper that evening and cleared the table David stepped out for a look at the weather, and returning reported:
""Twill be a nasty night. The snow"s started and the wind"s risin".
"Tis wonderful frosty, too, for a wind."
"Let"s see how cold it is," said Doctor Joe, stepping out to consult his spirit thermometer. "Thirty-eight below zero. Frosty enough with a gale, and a gale"s rising," he reported. "I"m glad we"re all snug inside."
"Tell us a story," Jamie suggested, as they settled themselves comfortably by the fire.
"There"s dogs comin"!" Andy broke in.
David ran to the door, and a moment later ushered Eli Horn into the cabin.
"What"s the matter, Eli? Has anything happened?" asked Doctor Joe, immediately concerned for Margaret"s safety.
"Margaret"s safe," said Eli with suppressed excitement. "There"s murder at the Post!"
Questions brought forth the fact that Eli and Margaret had reached the Post at about half-past three and found the people in confusion. Three lumbermen from Grampus River had come there. There had been a dispute among them and one of them was stabbed. The other two had immediately departed, presumably to return to the lumber camps. Eli did not know how seriously the man was injured. He had not seen him. It had occurred shortly before his arrival, and at Margaret"s suggestion he had turned directly about and returned to The Jug to fetch Doctor Joe to attend the injured man.
"My dogs is f.a.gged," said Eli, "and "twere slow comin" back."
"David will take me over with his dogs. They"re fresh, and will travel faster," said Doctor Joe.
In ten minutes David was ready with the dogs harnessed, and the two teams drove away into the darkness and storm.
Andy and Jamie were greatly excited. Tragedies enough happened up and down the coast when men were drowned or lost in the ice or met with fatal injuries. But never before in the Bay had one man been cut down by the hand of another. It was a ghastly thought, and the awfulness of it was perhaps accentuated by the snow dashing against the window panes and the wind shrieking around the gables of the cabin.
It was near ten o"clock, long past their usual bedtime, and they were still talking, for there was matter enough in their brains to banish sleep, when the door suddenly opened and accompanied by the howl of the wind a snow-covered figure lurched in upon them.
CHAPTER XXII
THE IMMUTABLE LAW OF G.o.d
"Peter! "Tis Peter Sparks!" exclaimed Andy with vast relief to find it was not a murderous lumberman.
"I"m comin" after Doctor Joe!" gasped Peter, as half frozen he drew off his snow-caked netsek.
"Me rub your nose, Peter. She"s froze, and your cheeks too," broke in Andy, vigorously rubbing Peter"s whitened nose and cheeks.
Peter was silent perforce while Andy manipulated the frosted parts until circulation and colour were restored.
"Come to the fire now and warm up," directed Andy. "What you wantin"
of Doctor Joe?"
"There"s been murder done, or clost to un!" Peter, at last free to articulate, continued. "Murder at the lumber camp!"
"Murder!" repeated Jamie, awesomely.
"Aye, nigh to murder whatever!" Peter reiterated.
"Doctor Joe"s gone to the Post," said Andy. "Eli Horn came for he. Two of the lumber folk most killed another of un over there. Davy took Doctor Joe over."
"And two of un most killed the boss at the camp," explained Peter.
"They comes there from the Post about six o"clock and were packin" a flatsled with things. The boss asks un where they"s goin". They answers some way that makes he mad, and he hits one of un. Then they jumps at he and pounds and kicks he till he"s like dead, and he don"t come to again. The two men has rifles and they keeps all the lumbermen back, and off they goes with the flatsled, and they gets away."
"Will the boss die then?" asked Jamie in horror.
"With Doctor Joe gone he"ll sure be dyin"," declared Peter desperately. "His arm is broke and he"s broke somewhere inside, and his face is awful to look at, all pounded and kicked and bleedin". Me and Lige goes up to sit a bit and hear un tell their stories, and we gets there just after the two men gets away. With Doctor Joe"s teachin" we fixes the boss up the best we can, and whilst Lige stays to help look after he, I comes for Doctor Joe. Pop"s to the Post with the dogs and I has to walk, and facin" the wind "twere hard. And now Doctor Joe"s gone, the poor man"ll sure die!"
"You has wonderful grit to come!" said Jamie admiringly. ""Tis wonderful frosty and nasty outside."
""Twere to save the boss"s life! "Tis the scout law," Peter a.s.serted stoutly. "I"ll be goin" to the Post now for Doctor Joe."
"You"re nigh done up, Peter. You"ll be stayin" here with Jamie. _I"m_ goin" to the Post for Doctor Joe," declared Andy.
"I am most done up," Peter confessed. "But the wind"ll be in your back goin" to the Post. She"s just startin" though, and she"ll be a wonderful sight worse than she is now before you gets there. "Twill be terrible nasty."
"I"m goin" too," said Jamie.
"You"re not goin"," said Andy. "I"m bigger and I can travel faster if you"re not comin". "Twould be wrong to leave Peter here alone."
"I"m _goin_!" repeated Jamie stubbornly.
"Won"t you be stayin" with me?" pleaded Peter. "I--I"m afeared to stay here alone with those two men like to come in on me."
"I"ll stay," Jamie consented.
A blast of wind shook the cabin.
"I"m fearin" you can"t do it, Andy! "Twill soon be too much for flesh and blood out on the Bay!" said Peter.
""Tis in my scout oath to do my best," said Andy, adjusting the hood of his sealskin netsek. "I"m goin", now."
Andy closed the door behind him. It was pitchy dark. The snow was driving in blinding clouds, and he stood for a moment to catch his breath. Then he felt his way down across The Jug and out upon the Bay ice. Here the full force of the north-east blizzard met him. He staggered and choked with the first blast, then in a temporary lull forged ahead.
The storm, as Peter predicted, had not reached its height. Each smothering blast of fury was stronger and fiercer than the one before it. Andy took advantage of the lulls, and save when the heavier blasts came and nearly swept him from his feet, maintained a steady trot. In the swirl of snow-clouds he could see nothing a foot from his nose.
Once he found himself floundering through pressure ridges formed by the tide near sh.o.r.e. This he calculated was the tip of a long point jutting out into the Bay, half-way between The Jug and the Post. Ten miles of the distance was behind him. He drew farther out upon the ice.
There were times when Andy had to throw himself p.r.o.ne upon the ice with his face down and sheltered by his arms to escape suffocation.
""Tis gettin" wonderful nasty," he said, "but I"ll have plenty o"
grit, like Jamie says, and with the Lord"s help I"ll pull through."
Then he found himself repeating over and over again the prayer:
"Dear Lord, help me through! "Tis to save a life, and the scout oath!